electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Grumbling as he's forced to move, Danta shifts enough to bring himself somewhat level with Astaroth, though the other man will only see a glimpse of grumpy blue eyes before he promptly buries his face again. With a leg thrown across Asta's waist and an arm against his chest, it's enough contact for the Ancient to feel appropriately lulled to sleep, even before the addition of plush furs and fire-warmed sheets.
With a sigh that has him bonelessly relaxing into bed, the broad daylight outside clearly doesn't matter - the cold has taken more out of the Maverick than he'd like to admit, and within moments he's snorting softly into the crook of Asta's neck, tail flicking idly as he sinks deeper into sleep. All in all, a very productive afternoon, if you ask him.
~FIN
With a sigh that has him bonelessly relaxing into bed, the broad daylight outside clearly doesn't matter - the cold has taken more out of the Maverick than he'd like to admit, and within moments he's snorting softly into the crook of Asta's neck, tail flicking idly as he sinks deeper into sleep. All in all, a very productive afternoon, if you ask him.
~FIN
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
